Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 357

Gilbert furrowed his brows, falling into a brief silence. “No more of this. Charles, let’s go!”

“Yes, sir!”

Charles, barely daring to breathe, hurried after him. Caroline stood rigid, her face ashen. What on earth was happening? Her brother was like this, her other brother was like this, and as soon as Sherilyn returned… it was as though the sky had changed!

Stepping outside, Gilbert caught sight of that silver Pagani again, his expression souring further.

“Mr. Ferguson has been following us, hasn’t left,” Charles explained.

Like a bad penny!

Gilbert clenched his jaw; he had no time for these games now. Let it be. He bent to get into the car, and they drove off, the silver Pagani trailing behind.

At the Johnson Group headquarters, a mountain of work awaited him. Gilbert mustered his energy, bustling about. By evening, he’d managed to wrap up most of his tasks. He had neither the energy nor the mood for any socializing.

Descending to the parking garage, he got into the car, ready to head back to the Johnson Mansion. As they drove out, Gilbert couldn’t help but ask, “Still no word?”

“…Yes,” Charles hesitated for a moment before replying.

Gilbert closed his eyes, leaning back in frustration, and loosening his tie. It was the expected

Charles ventured, “Mr. Gilbert, maybe no news is good news. Perhaps Sherilyn has found some friends we don’t know about… who’ve

suddenly by the screech of brakes as the car came to an abrupt stop.

“David, you’ve

bad… Look, some girl just stopped right in the middle of the road, how could

a girl there. With the roads slick with snow, her belongings scattered everywhere, she was

squinted, “Mr. Gilbert, isn’t she from Sherilyn’s

it matter to him whether her intentions

bad?

lend her a hand.”

Chapter 357

of the car to help Rebecca collect her things.

drive on.

her gather everything, “Be careful on these slippery

“Thank you.”

offered a smile, hugging

“Are you heading home? We could give you a lift.”

Rebecca hesitated before quickly declining, “I’ll

to her. Looking puzzled, he asked, “Miss Rebecca, are you hurt? Running a